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se ele
na esfera
sono, irmăo cinzento da morte
dentro de minha măo eu prendo
eighty anos passaram, e mais
em e sobre
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- săo liars
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
carrinho aqui por meu lado
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser

 



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